Q: Why am I posting on Christmas morning?
A: Excellent question. Thanks for asking.
We arrived home from Atlanta around 4:00 p.m. yesterday. By 6:00, just as we were about to sit down to a lovely Christmas Eve family dinner (okay, it was pizza, but HOMEMADE pizza), E-spouse started to feel ill. By the time I bathed the kids and dressed them in their green and white-striped jammies, E-spouse was vomiting in the bathroom. I read an animated rendition of “The Grinch Who Stole Christmas” to cover the sound of Daddy’s moaning (”Why it’s practically here!” said a deep grinchy voice).
So I was solo Santa and Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy for much of the night. Once I made it into bed, the boy, snotful with a new cold, snored in my ear for the “sleeping” portion of the dark. I must have been delusional because I swear I heard sleigh bells around two a.m. Of course, we live in a Norman Rockwellish ‘hood, so I would not be surprised if one of the neighbors was walking the streets, shaking bells.
The kids awoke around 6:20, though I forced them to snuggle in the bed with me until 7:00, when I deemed it okay to wake up the ill one. E-spouse managed to make it to the couch for gift opening, but has since disappeared back to my son’s quiet room for more sleep. Poor guy.
I am happy to be home. As always, extended family around holidays can be a bit stressful. Add illness to the mix, and things can get messy.
For your morning cheer, here’s part of a conversation E had with our girl last night:
E-spouse: Do you know what Jesus said about how we should live?
Girl: Was Jesus a king?
E: No, but he was a leader of people.
G: Didn’t he say the same things as the black king?
E: You mean one of the wise men?
G: No, Luther the King.
E: Luther the King?
G: You know. Martin Luther the King.
E: Oh. Yes, Martin Luther King said a lot of the same things about how we should live that Jesus said.
G: Like ‘I have a dream.’
E: Yes. And what did he have a dream about?
G: Boys and girls holding hands.
E: Yes. What Jesus and Martin Luther King both said is that the most important thing is to love each other. No matter who you are or what color your skin is.
G: I knew that.
If you’re drinking today, be it coffee, soda or champagne, raise your glass to Jesus and to Martin Luther the King.
Merry Christmas to all who celebrate the day.
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EM, MC!
Awww poor E-spouse. Send him my love and wishes for a less vomity holiday. That’s how CJ spent last year, so I feel your… stress.
Enjoy you holiday.
Definitely a memorable Christmas. My parents and Granny (91 years and probably the last time she can take an overnight away from the nursing home) were here for the weekend. They were to leave early this morning, taking my kids with them - but some friends of theirs called yesterday wanting to come by and visit this morning. So - this morning I said I had an appt (the appt being that I had to have some alone time before sanity left me) and spent three hours at Panera reading. House is now quite and calm for a couple days (Hubby knows enough to leave me alone).
Will be around Wed evening and Thurs morning in Asheville and have some mags for you!
Happy Ho Ho Ho!
Very cute. Sorry that hubby has the sickness…
How was Hot Lanta? More importantly, how was the dress?
My question is why haven’t you posted since Christmas?
I’m sure you’re busy and all Edgy Mama…but if there’s one thing I’ve learned from reading US Weekly (aside from the fact that Paris Hilton is completely worthless)…it’s that being a celeberaty is demanding…
Look I know you’re a diva that sleeps till noon, wearing one of those eye masks to sleep in…who stumbles to the shower with a cigerette and a cocktail, with the stench of last nights coke binge and night club still on her, but we’re your fans! And we’ll never be satisfied until you’re all used up and spit out by the porn industry in the end…such is the life of a star!
So how bout a new post princess!!!!
Merry Christmas to all of you, and I hope E-Spouse gets well soon!
ahh, the stomach bug that has been weaving its way through our fair town. Fingers crossed & knock on wood, we haven’t had it… yet. Quite a holiday diet plan, eh? We are off tomorrow to visit my family in flavoville. It will be relaxing as there as long as i refrain from talking about politics or religion.
Where does the Nurse Fuzzy Wuzzy moniker come from? My mom used to say that.
Quincey, lay off the princess! I’m taking a break, as I warned several days ago.
E’s fine now–24 hours total. Though I’m still a bit bitter about being solo Santa.
Anne,
Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy is a character in the Uncle Wiggly stories, which my parents read to me as a child. There was another character called Arabella Chick–I became A. Chick and then Baby Chick. To this day, my godparents call me Baby Chick. Why the hell am I telling you this? Anyway, if you have kids, the Uncle Wiggly stories are fun, although a bit old-fashioned.